romance stories and histories

Disclaimer:
All characters depicted in When the Music Fades are 18 years of age or older, regardless of how emotionally stunted, romantically confused, or artistically tortured they may appear. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental--or a wild stroke of literary luck....

Please read chapters 1-2 prior to this.

To those willing to forgive


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I was back at school, and Paige and I talked almost every night. She also texted me during class, and often made me laugh.
Hi, babe! I love you.
Remember what it was like to enter me?...

Going to Paradise
First thing in the morning they loaded up the Land Rover and went to the airport. After a long day of flying they got to the hotel and Karen checked in trying to speak French. Nicole looked surprised when she saw two people next to Karen. They had dinner and even though the island is a long way from France it is still French and the dinner did not disappoint. Then they went back to the room to sleep before their first day in paradise....

There's no sex in this story and no BTB
The house seemed quieter when I came home from work, there was no reason it should be noisier since my wife wouldn't be home for another hour. The bedroom seemed different when I went up to change, nothing in particular was apparent. My wife Anna had been throwing up when I left, half my staff had been out sick making it seem like Covid all over again except people weren't dying....

Devyn had taken some extended time off away from work after the Twins were born. This allowed Nick the chance to get back to work to support his little family.
Nick returned to his normal work schedule unfortunately, he worked over nights. But the babies were doing well and would sleep a majority of the night. Allowing Devyn the chance to doze off....

The ranger stared at me in disbelief.
"Dude," I said sternly, as I fished out my ID with my free hand and badged him, "take the phone!"
He nodded, and took the phone from me; holding it shakily to his ear.
"H-hello?" he stammered. "Y-yes, Sir! Steven Shakely. At least ten years. Yes Sir. Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir. I will Sir. You as well, Sir. Here is is."...

The disclaimers: Every character who matters is at least 18. A work of fiction (more or less). Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is coincidental (for the most part).
Part 7 picks up on Friday morning. This installment features more yachting fun in and out of doors, and a long overdue talk between Tom and Hayleigh, along with setting some boundaries and ground rules....

Just the other day, I signed up for this weird course with no name.
My friends glowed with enthusiasm for the course, and pushed me to take it. If I didn't know better, I would suspect it was a cult. But I trusted that my friends must have seen something valuable in the class.
The course was like a day camp at our college. We got these yellowed notebooks with square grids. They told us to work out these equations and formulas, none of which I understood. It made me growl when the girl next to me breez...

Chapter 14

Ty and Nancy were making the rounds, shaking hands, touching elbows, offering drinks. It was almost midnight and most of the regular guests were dancing to music a DJ was playing, collapsed on various pieces of expensive furniture, or watching Licence to Kill in the home theater. One of the side rooms had a few expensive video game systems that I'd never seen blaring brightly-colored space battles onto the big-screen TVs within. Several partygoers were outside in the gardens and grounds ar...

This is the final story in a five part series about a shy college geek turned confident stud. It is a spin off from the "Kimmy's Adventures" series I've previously published. The setting for this story is about a year after Timmy's Adventures-The Hot Wife Experience.
It is a fictional story influenced by weather disaster movies such as Twisters. I use the names of real states, cities, highways and organizations. However, all characters are fabricated. All persons depicted are 18-years of age or older. An...

This one may be a bit long. Not long ago I wrote The Thanksgiving Gift as a standalone story without any intention of a sequel. More recently I wrote Laundry Day named for reasons that will become obvious where I used the same characters simply because I liked them. I finally had to admit that with just a few minor changes I had written a sequel, made those changes, and here you have part 2 of The Thanksgiving Gift. Part 3 is also written, and I'll be submitting that soon....

Jasmine glanced at her wristwatch which said 4:50 PM... Almost time. She began putting all the other things she used for work away, wiped down her workstation, tucked her chair neatly under her desk, and grabbed her bag, which was slightly heavier than usual. Inside were a carefully folded change of clothes, a mini makeup bag, and a pair of thigh-high, black boots....

Ed was staring into a beautiful sight; his wife's wet, swollen pussy and her soft, round ass, right on his face. He was trying to focus on licking her clit, occasionally licking up to her vagina, penetrating her as far as possible.
His wife, Wendy, was making it hard to focus. Every time she moaned in pleasure at Ed's ministrations he felt it as his cock was buried deep in her throat....

My wife Liz and I were on our way to my best friend's birthday party. Joe and I grew up next door to each other, we spent so much time together, people thought we were brothers. We met our future brides at the same time, the girls turned out to be roommates like Joe and I. We spent the last two year of college living together in the two bedroom apartment Joe and I had been renting and had a joint wedding two years later....

Jane arrived a half hour late, as per her usual, especially when she was going to see her "rock-n-roll Jesus". We were all going to Virginia Beach to see Ryan's (that be the aforementioned rock-n-roll Jesus) best friend for the week. I was the first pick up and I, literally hated being late even for a road trip, but was thrumming with excitement. If I remember right this was my first trip out of state without family of any kind! My memory is a little unreliable sometimes. Anyway, I throw my bag into the bac...

Author's note: The story is completed and I plan to post (roughly) weekly in 15 parts of 2-4 chapters each based on how the story breaks naturally.
This is a romance through and through, meant to appeal to your heart, not as much to other parts (; Sex plays a large role thematically, but occurs sporadically. Readers who want to get lost in a vivid, modern character study of imperfect, emotional people trying their best will enjoy, but I do suggest trying not to skim or skip. I know that's how I sometimes...

This second chapter does not stand alone, so please read chapter 1 first.

To those who know sorrow


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A week later, I got a text from Paige.
I'm back home in Connecticut for a few days, missing you.
I answered her immediately.
I love you, Paige. I miss you, too....

Alright. This popped out of my head last minute ago (@April 17) and am immediately writing this, like, in a raw draft/ pre-writing before I'll even forget this story.
This one came out watching clips of Miss Meadows (2014) right in TikTok, and find the actor, James Badge Dale, playing as the sheriff mesmerizing. Like, no shit, he saunters on screen and makes me wanna say rawr (lol). As a romantic lead for the titular character, he's dripping hot. So here I am fantasizing....

Most people in this world don't live up to their names. Other than me, I have only seen her, ever so vividly, live up to her name. Rose.
That's her name. And just like how real mature roses hold their glorious color for their first few days after being plucked, she was in her most flourishing stage in her twenties....

"Excuse me, may I trouble you for a moment?"
She looked up to see this nervous-looking redhead with a nice beard before her. As every second transpired, he got more comfortable and more smooth. His blue eyes had a sparkle to them and there was a certain charm he emoted.
"Yes, you may," she responded, also checking in with her two friends, a beautiful, slender, bronze goddess with tons of wit and a voluptuous, curvy redhead dressed in brown. The three of them looked fabulous. I know that their energy a...

None of the people she'd been with had noticed. Of course, the one person who noticed that she tried to keep quiet during sex was Asa fucking Sheridan. The fuck buddy who wouldn't even call her by her first name had somehow caught onto an insecurity she'd been successfully hiding for years. Great.
"I didn't notice at first because we only fucked at work for the first few months," he told her one day, in between kisses. "I figured you wanted to be quiet in case someone walked by your office."...

I wrote this story so long ago I can't remember when. I usually jot down a dream and sometimes it turns into more. Recently I read a similar story somewhere on literotica, where sometimes it seems like nothing is new.
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Our weekday mornings use to be so hectic, my husband and I getting ready for work while getting our three kids off to school. There were some mornings, especially when the kids were young, that I thought I would lose my mind and wo...

I wrote the story 'A North-South Love Story!' as a fun little experiment, where I wanted to write a story about 2 Indians belonging to different cultures of India: A North Indian boy and a South Indian Tulu girl. As it turns out, you guys loved the story a lot and it ended up becoming the highest rated story among all my works....

This is the beginning of a story I am writing... please comment and let me know what you think!
Ch. 1
Cassi - then (age 18)
The beat was electric, pulsing through the ground like thunder before the storm. Cassi's boots squelched in the soft mud, her sundress soaked at the hem from hours of dancing under the gray, gathering clouds. Lights from the stage sliced through the dusk, strobing across a thousand bodies that moved as one, defying the weather, lost in the music....

11:43 PM.
Natalia's phone buzzed under the blanket where she was curled up, her thumb lazily flicking through memes she wasn't really paying attention to.
Stefan:
You up?
She smirked. Classic. She didn't even hesitate before replying.
Natalia:
Barely. You trying to flirt again or just bored and horny?...

This is the follow-on reconciliation story to the Loving Wives story 'I choose you sweetheart'. It will make more sense if you read that first.
In my view there can be reconciliation, but the miscreant must suffer pain, physical or psychological and be remorseful. That is why this is in the Rom category. If you don't like reconciliation stories, I suggest you stop now....

I love medieval or historic adventure/romance. I watched one some time back and disappointed by the lack of storyline, I boasted to my wife that even I could write a simple romantic drama that will be better. To prove my point, I told her two stories. This is the written form of better of those.
My wife loved it - I am not sure if she liked the story or she simply cares about my feelings....

Dear reader,
This is a longer story than I am used to writing. There is not a lot a lot of sex in this one but there is some. This is much more about the romance than it is about hot sex.
The moment I saw her walk into our offices I was riveted. Ingrid Olsen was... different. It was hard to say exactly what it was about her that captured my attention....

Coming home wasn't supposed to be this hard. Was it? Jemma looked at her reflection in the mirror and saw the worry lines on her face. Make up wasn't going to conceal them. She turned to each side assessing whether her figure looked different. Of course it did. It was ten years since she had last come home to Greenville....

It's a short one folks. Not really any fucking, more of that sweet, sweet tension. But I'm actually writing the next chapter which will contain a fair amount of sexy bits.
And for the folks who emailed me, thank you! No seriously, it's been just a shitty time for me personally and professionally all around and getting emails and comments of people just wanting more is just like the nicest thing. Even when it's demanding. I love it....